Training tested

A month had passed since we left Corviet and winter had finally broken and the burgeoning dawn of spring was upon us. The rains, while more frequent where less cold, the trees now had began sprouting new leaves and the days were now that little bit longer. The seasons weren't the only change as my training had began taking root as well, I was now a lot more confident with a blade, I had yet to use it in an actual fight but I had practised swings and dodges daily under Quinara's tutelage. As for my other training I had began to notice that it was taking more and more time to make me cum, my hair trigger tempered by the frequent handjobs that, to my dismay, had been more often self administered but Quinara would never shy away from doing it when she wanted... But that was it WHEN she wanted, it had really been solidified that in the bedroom, Quinara was undoubtedly in charge, she says jump, I say how high.

It was a cool afternoon, the sun was out but a constant wind had prevented me from enjoying any of its warmth. I spin a small twig in my hands while I wait for Quinara to finish her business in the bushes, I toss the twig aside as four men round the corner of the dirt path and come into view. I keep my head down expecting them to pass but as they approach I see the shortest of the men whisper something in the leading mans ear.

"How goes it traveller?" The leading man says directly addressing me as they approach, "not too bad friend, would be better if this wind relented" I reply being cordial. The man chuckles "aye that would be nice" he pauses studying me "say do I know you? You seem familiar" he says, my eyes dart to the short man who had first whispered to him and I see his hand on the hilt of his mace. "N-no I don't think so, I just have one of those faces" I stammer my nerves betraying me, I silently curse myself for not remaining cool. My stammer is all the confirmation the men need as they draw their weapons and surge forward. I draw my own before yelling into the woods "QUINARA HELP!!!"

The men begin to surround me; the leader swings his sword at me which, thanks to my training I dodge, however I cannot dodge from all sides so I back up trying to prevent myself from being surrounded. I dodge multiple blows from multiple men, before I hear my salvation, a animalistic roar and a crunch as the shorter man gets the full brunt of Quinara's warhammer to his chest, sending his lifeless body flying across the dirt path. The presence of the more formidable opponent forces the other two to respond and they charge at Quinara leaving me and their leader in one on one combat. The leader gives a quick slash in my left flank into a pivot and lunge, and I find myself struggling to keep dodging such unpredictable stikes. I needed to strike back, this was my first time swinging against anything other than air, and that's apparent as my first two clumsy swings are effortlessly parried by the leader. I keep dodging while I look for an opening and the opportunity is presented when he pulls back for a overhead swing while surging forward, I drive my sword forward in stabbing lunge plunging my blade into his chest. The leader makes a gurgling sound as he drops his sword and I see the light leave his eyes, I am horrified as I watch him fall back sliding off my sword leaving me with a crimson slicked blade. I had killed a man, the world spins and I barely register the sight of Quinara disposing of the final man.

My ears are ringing and my brow is covered in a cool sweat, Quinara says something but it doesn't register, my eyes looking down at the body. Quinara comes to my eye level "hey are you ok runt?" She says but as she sees my eyes she knows that I am not, she grabs my face and forces me to look away from the body and at her face, "look at me runt, just look at me, don't look at anything else." I stare into her eyes the yellow pools filled with concern, "I-I k-killed him" I say with shaky breath on the verge of a breakdown, Quinara makes me toss my sword aside and pulls me in for a hug "you had ****, you had to."

I break the hug and stagger to the bushes, "I'm gonna be sick" I announce before vomiting up my lunch. Quinara pats me on the back reassuringly "ok just let it out" she rubs my back calming me. Once done I spit into the bushes, "fuck I'm sorry" I say to her, she keeps rubbing my back "don't be, you have nothing to apologise for" she states firmly. I stand up straight, "but I should have been stronger" I say associating my actions with weakness, an idea that Quinara refutes outright "you were strong, very strong runt."

"But I shouldn't have broke down" I say, Quinara looks me in the eyes "you have a good heart runt, that reaction is what someone with a good heart would have" she states firmly seeing my remorse and horror as evidence of a good trait. "B-but if we have to k-kill again" I stammer speaking my thoughts, "you.... You get used to it runt" Quinara says with a sense of sadness, as someone who had confessed to not liking killing I could envision she was speaking from experience here. "I don't want to get used to that" I say nervously, Quinara looks at me with sympathy "I hope you never have to... But I can't promise that." I nod in understanding, Quinara picks my sword up from to floor wiping in clean on the grass before handing it to me, I hesitantly take the blade and sheath it, "I'm proud of you runt. You held your own and I know it doesn't feel good but you did the only thing you could" and with that we move on leaving the gruesome scene behind us.